Sturdy as a rock
This structure was bizarre… though not quite as unique as the vessel where Ganta had been born. The young brute breathed in with a little uncertainty, his ears flicking towards the massive wall that gave the place it’s namesake. The brute expelled a slow breath, traveling alongside the stone structure as he sought his way towards the battlefield. Memories were stirring within his mind, and he thanked the Gods he urged Roza to stay close to Fiori while he sorted some things out. He felt horrible leaving her behind… but he knew he was close to starting up Dragoste. All it was going to take now was deciding on a place to live… and once he did that he could start working to defend those he cared about.
Ganta knew he had a lot of things he had to do yet. He was inexperienced as a leader… as a healer or even a fighter… but he could learn. By the Gods he’d learn and he’d help those he cherished. The brute paused mid step, head turning back the direction he’d come. Though he could no longer see the S.S. Antiox he was sure that it was there… and Gods did he miss those simple days. Perhaps, the brute thought, that could be a potential place to claim. But then again… the North was full of harsh lands. Could he really put Roza through that and so far away from her family?
Ganta paused, lowering his head with a heavy sigh passing his lips. He’d thought that this was going to be easier than it had been so far… but he wasn’t ready to call it quits just yet. He couldn’t. Not when there was more than himself to care for… and what about Shiro? What if he ran into that poor damaged sibling again? Was it not his duty to protect him? |
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